The old snow hasn't melted yet, and the new snow is already piling up at the doorstep.
In the early morning, snowflakes once again drifted down from the sky.
The first thing Xiao Feng did after getting up was to run to the bay window in the living room, pull back the curtains, and look outside the door.
As expected, at a glance, outside the door... there was nothing there.
This allowed him to temporarily breathe a sigh of relief, while he couldn't help but wonder if Lin Bingqiao could understand the meaning of the poem he left last night.
"Should be able to understand, right?"
After all, the line "The smoke locks Kunlun Mountain's summit, the moon shines at the center of Sumeru Ocean" already clarifies the location.
If Lin Bingqiao really goes to Kunlun Mountain, then there shouldn't be any issues before the end of the year.
And what if she can't find the person and comes back?
